Illusions are in our imagination
The world can be a trick you see
What you think might be a river
Could be a stream trickling near me
Or the trees so vast and so tall
Could really be a flower in bloom
What you think you might see
Could possibly be your own doom
The grass and the sky above
Everything within our sight
Could be just an illusion
What makes day into night
The illusions could be just a dream
So you must wake to know the truth
Is this all real? Or is it just a memory?
You must decide if you're the sleuth
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